12/15/23 - Friday Forget-Me-Nots by Jim Silcott
Photo Caption: Our Annual Christmas Play!
Dear Our Lady of Peace Family,
A few weeks ago, I wrote about the huge volume of emails that I receive on a daily basis. Occasionally, I get an email critical of me. This email was particularly harsh in its assessment:
You're a mean one, Mr. Silcott,
You really are a heel.
You're as cuddly as a cactus,
you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Silcott.
You're a bad banana with a greasy black peel!
You're a monster, Mr. Silcott,
Your heart's an empty hole.
Your brain is full of spiders,
You've got garlic in your soul, Mr. Silcott:
I wouldn't touch you with a 39 and a half foot pole!
You're a vile one, Mr. Silcott, You have termites in your smile.
You have all the tender sweetness of a seasick crocodile, Mr. Silcott.
Given a choice between the two of you I'd take the seasick crocodile!
You're a foul one, Mr. Silcott, You're a nasty wasty skunk.
Your heart is full of unwashed socks,
Your soul is full of gunk, Mr. Silcott,
The three words that best describe you are as follows, and I quote, "Stink, stank, stunk!"
You're a rotter, Mr. Silcott, You're the king of sinful sots.
Your heart's a dead tomato, Splotched with moldy purple spots, Mr. Silcott,
Your soul is an appalling dump heap
Overflowing with the most disgraceful
Assortment of deplorable rubbish
Imaginable, mangled up in tangled up knots!
You nauseate me, Mr. Silcott, With a nauseous super "naus"! You're a crooked dirty jockey and you drive a crooked hoss, Mr. Silcott.
You're a three-decker sauerkraut and Toadstool sandwich with arsenic sauce!
Love,
Mom.
I jest of course. My mother went to her reward almost eight years ago and she never had a bad word to say about anyone, especially her oldest son!
As we spend these final days of Advent in preparation for Christmas, may we all have a Cindy Lou Who to show us the real meaning of Christmas and make our hearts grow “three sizes” this year.
May the blessings of Christmas be with you and yours!
Jim Silcott
